jason recognises him. he’s been left , alone , with a man he can recognise. he’s seen him in the base once or twice , but only fleetingly. no. no , he recognises him from the time before. the time before talia had found him , and rescued him. the memories are muddled up , fuzzy and they don’t make sense , when compared to what talia had told him of that time. the time when he was robin. he wonders , vaguely , if the same can be said for slade. does he recognise him , too ?? will he go back , and tell batman that the league has his birdie ?? the memories he thinks he remembers tell him that would be terrible for everyone involved.
that being said , he still breaks the silence. “ deathstroke. “ he says , testing it out. he wonders how many times he’s said it before , to get his attention , draw it away from batman. he wonders how many of his broken bones had been a result of a run in with him. his eyes narrow , a small frown on his features. “ slade wilson. “ talia doesn’t like to tell him of her allies , or let him see the files she keeps on them. he shouldn’t know his real name. he doesn’t know what talia has told of him , if she told slade he has some brain damage ( it isn’t incorrect ) , or that he lost his memories when he was brutally murdered and then thrown into the lazarus pit ?? he wants to know.
“ i think i remember you. or , well , bits about you. don’t remember all of it , though. bits and pieces. “ they’re still at a league facility , and jason doesn’t feel comfortable speaking about this out loud , but he has to say it before he forgets. before he loses the chance to. “ i think you broke my arm once. “ / @gunpowdergaze
